Fel. Syr, yet without sapyence your substaunce may be smal;
For, where is no mesure, howe may worshyp endure?
Here cometh in Fansy.
Fan. Syr, I am here at your pleasure;
Your grace sent for me, I wene; what is your wyll?
Magn. Come hyther, Largesse, take here Felycyte.
Fan. Why, wene you that I can kepe hym longe styll?
Magn. To rule as ye lyst, lo, here is Lyberte! 1430
Lyb. I am here redy.
Fan. What, shall we haue welth at our gydynge to rule as we lyst?